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  “In the dorms?” Do they want campus security reporting us?

  I shake that thought free. Holy fuck, I’ve been spending too much time with Jacobs.

  Clearly.

  Everyone’s staring at me, expecting the Beck they always see.

  So, I plaster on my cocky smile. “Keg stand anyone?”

  “Captain first!” Cohen hoots.

  Shit.

  Because my dorm room is at the end of the hall and Cohen’s is opposite mine, we set the keg up in his room. We have two of the campers next to us, so they open their rooms too so the whole team can fit.

  Jacobs goes into one of the other rooms, while the guys tap the keg.

  Once it’s all ready, two of the guys help lift me and I drink my weight in beer.

  When my feet hit the ground, I wait for the room to stop spinning before trying to slip away from the crowd. I’m still confused as fuck.

  I want to get to Jacobs and ask him what the hell he was thinking. He handed me the job for no reason.

  And as much as I want to be captain, I don’t want him to be able to shout technical foul once I get it.

  Okay, and maybe, just maybe, part of me hopes he did it as some sort of gesture that things are changing between us. Like we could be friends. Or … more—

  I shake my head. Not more than friends.

  That would be ridiculous.

  We’re both straight.

  But that kiss …

  I check the other open rooms, but Jacobs has disappeared.

  Someone passes me a red Solo cup full of something—I have no idea what—and I drink it down without much thought.

  I go back into Cohen’s room to find one of the campers doing a keg stand.

  Nope. Not dealing with that.

  Cohen grins. “Hey, Captain.”

  Oh, shit. Why in the fuck did I think I was responsible enough to control a twenty-five-man roster of immature testosterone-filled hockey players?

  More importantly, why did Jacobs hand it to me when he didn’t have to?

  “I … I’ll be right back.” I stumble toward the door.

  “Where are you going?” Cohen asks.

  “Uh, the female swim team are here for the summer. I’m gonna go to their dorms and drop some invites.”

  Yeah, that’s so not where I’m going. I ignore their excitement over the thought of girls arriving and head down one level to Jacobs’s room.

  The sliver of light coming from under the door lets me know he’s in there, but when I knock, he doesn’t answer.

  “I know you’re in there, Topher,” I taunt.

  “Go back to your party … Captain.” His voice is adorably small and muffled.

  “Open up, jackass.” I pound on the door harder.

  He finally opens the door and scowls. “What?”

  “Me what? I think I should be asking you that.” I push my way inside, and he doesn’t stop me.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  I spin. “Bullshit. Why’d you give me the win?”

  He folds his arms. “I didn’t. You did the challenge. You win.”

  “But we both know you deserve to be captain more than me.”

  His eyes flash with surprise, but it’s covered quickly.

  “Like right now, they’re all upstairs getting drunk. Giving the underage guys beer. And all I can think is, holy shit, if I’m captain, it’s my job to stop this. Not participate in it.”

  Jacobs tries not to laugh. “What, you think you were going to get a shiny C on your jersey and that’s the job done?”

  Yes! “Well, no. Not exactly. This isn’t the point.”

  “What is the point? Why are you even down here?”

  Why am I really down here? My gaze roams over him, from his wide chest to that damn single vein running down his impressive arm.

  I shake it off and step closer. “You know why I’m down here.” To call him out. That’s why. Nothing else.

  Jacobs’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t budge. “I really don’t.”

  “I want to know the real reason why you sent the photo.”

  Jacobs hesitates, his eyes giving away everything I want to see. “You won fair and square.”

  “I didn’t finish the challenge.”

  He averts his gaze. “You trashed it enough. You win.”

  I move in again, and this time he shuffles back a bit.

  His hand trembles, and I might be tipsy, but I know it’s shaking because of me. Because I’m here and getting in his face.

  What I don’t know is if he wants to reach for me or punch me.

  Maybe both.

  Either way, it sends a jolt of that adrenaline I crave racing through me.

  I take a risk and hope it’s the former. “Why did you hand me the thing you so desperately want even though you didn’t have to?”

  His feet keep retreating, but I don’t let up.

  “Why, Jacobs?”

  His back hits the door, and my hand flies out to rest beside his head so I’m boxing him in.

  His Adam’s apple bounces. “What are you doing?”

  “Answer me.” My chest presses against his.

  “I …” He squirms and tries to slip away from me, but I grab his waist, holding him in place.

  “Tell me,” I whisper.

  He shudders as my breath lands on his cheek. “I can’t.”

  When he shifts again, I can feel him. He’s hard. I have to force myself to avoid looking down. I’m mesmerized by the thought that he’s hard for me.

  “Fuck this.” I close the gap and touch my lips to his.

  Just like the forced kiss in the locker room, it starts out slow, but the second my tongue licks into his mouth, he opens for me and pushes back.

  No wait, he’s actually pushing back. He shoves me off him. “What the hell are you doing?”

  I blink. What am I doing?

  So many things run through my head that I could say.

  It seemed like a good idea.

  I liked kissing you and wanted to do it again.

  What comes out is not as clear. Or rational. “You’re not a potato.”

  You’re not a potato? What the fuck?

  “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You hate me.” Jacobs wipes his mouth, and I’m only mildly offended.

  “Uh, nope. You hate me. I have nothing against you. Although, all of me was just against you, so there’s that.”

  Jacobs doesn’t find it as funny as I do. “What is your deal? Seriously. You drive me crazy. You like when I’m mad. You purposefully go out of your way to piss me off. Then you kiss me?”

  “I like when you scowl at me. It’s … kinda hot.”

  “And now you’re mocking me. Fuck you.”

  “Hmm, well, tempting, but you won’t even let me kiss you.”

  He grunts in frustration. “I hate you.”

  “Mm, talk dirty to me.”

  Jacobs stares at me, wide-eyed and unblinking.

  “I liked kissing you, okay! It was hot, and it made me hard, and I swear I’ve jerked off so much to the thought of it, I was worried my dick would fall off. I wanted to see if it was a fluke.”

  Jacobs breaks his gaze and glances around his room.

  I risk taking another step closer. “You liked it too. The same goes for when I boxed you in just now. You want to fight it but can’t.” Suddenly, we’re back in the spot we were before, only this time, he’s not trying to get away. “And, just so you know? You don’t have to like me to kiss me back. I won’t tell anyone.”

  I let my lips linger right near his. If he wants to take this, he needs to do it himself. I don’t want him waking up tomorrow and telling people this was all me.

  I kissed him.

  I cornered him.

  “Jacobs, I—”

  “Fucking shut up, Beck.” His mouth slams against mine, and I stumble back, but I don’t get far.

  Because his big hands are there to hold
me and pull me against him, and I pray to God he doesn’t let go.

  11

  Jacobs

  I plead temporary insanity. That has to be the single, only reason why I’m kissing Beck with absolutely no plans to stop.

  I bite his lip and force my tongue deeper into his mouth as he does the same. There’s nothing sweet or teasing about it, and the roughness has me so fucking hard I can’t think straight.

  Which seems fitting since there’s nothing straight about this moment.

  I wonder if I should freak out about kissing a man, but either that’s coming tomorrow or I’ve questioned my sexuality enough times that this seems completely normal.

  The thing I’m struggling with most is that it’s Beck.

  He pushes my buttons, he’s a gigantic pain in my ass, and he’s never had to fight for a thing in his life. Even this is coming easily to him. And he makes me feel … like …

  I grunt and shove forward, mouth sealed to his as I spin him and slam him into the wall. This time my body blankets his, and my cock grinds into his hip. But it’s not enough, because apparently once I go gay, I want the whole fucking package. Literally.

  I need to feel his dick against mine.

  Before I can give that need any more thought, I grab his thighs and yank his legs up around my waist.

  “Shit.” He grips my shoulders in surprise, but I’ve got him pinned so he’s not going anywhere. Then I shift and finally bring our cocks together.

  Beck tries to fight his eyes rolling back. Something about the raw need shoots lust straight to my dick. I grind against him, and I don’t know what it is about feeling how badly he wants me that drives me crazy, but my hips take on a mind of their own. The deep groans coming from his swollen lips spurs me on.

  He locks his ankles behind my back, and as I’m about to kiss him again, his fingers wind through the back of my hair … and my head jerks back. I’m facing the ceiling as Beck’s other hand closes over my jaw and his breath hits my ear. “Think you’re in control here?”

  “Damn right I am.”

  He bites my earlobe with enough force my breath catches, so I pull him away from the wall then slam him back into it.

  Beck’s grunt smoothly turns to laughter. “That might work on one of your little princesses, but I think I’ve found a new kink.”

  “Which is?”

  “You being rough turns me the fuck on.”

  I don’t want to admit it, but my lips are already answering. “Yeah, me too.”

  I squeeze his ass as tight as I can through his shorts and move away from the entryway. Beck finally releases my head, and the burn in my neck fades as soon as his mouth is back on mine. I moan into the kiss, loving every second we’re touching, and when I reach the bed, I throw him on it and blanket his body with mine.

  He flips us, so I roll until he’s on his back again, but he switches us again just as quickly.

  As we fight for dominance, our kisses get more demanding. He stands first, and I move to a seated position on the bed, but it’s made more difficult by the fact he won’t stop touching and kissing me.

  He leans over, his presence so domineering and powerful.

  When he finally pulls back enough to get rid of his shirt, I hurry to do the same.

  Beck moves between my legs, and my fingers run over his abs, his chest, his shoulders. I can’t make them stop.

  His body is so hard, so strong, so sexy, and when he drops his pants and briefs in one go, I’m faced with my weakness. That tan line. And when he bends to take off his socks and I get a glimpse of his firm, perfect ass? I’m done for.

  I’m not playing anymore. I quickly lose the rest of my clothes.

  Beck’s stare is locked on my erection, and my hands are itching to grab him. Before he can make a move, my arms close around his waist and I pull him onto the bed, pinning him beneath me.

  I push his arms above his head and hold them there, before making quick work of grabbing my lube and pumping some in my hand. The curses that fall from Beck’s mouth are filthy and needy.

  Then I line up our cocks and wrap my hand around us both.

  His laugh is drenched with lust. “Have you done this before?”

  I’m too turned on to answer him. How the hell have I never realized how good another dick feels against my own?

  The lube makes things smoother, but as I fuck into my fist the way I’ve done a million times before, the feel of Beck’s cock sliding against mine almost makes me lose control.

  Other than my labored breaths, Beck’s mouth is on fast forward. It seems kissing really is the only way to shut him up, because I’ve never heard someone so vocal during sex. None of it makes any sense, but it doesn’t need to, because all the cursing and groaning is like its own language—one my dick apparently speaks.

  I pick up the rhythm, and my headboard bangs into the wall. Beck’s hips join mine, and I glance down to see two dicks sliding against each other.

  “Fuck!” I groan and slam my hips against his, chasing my orgasm that’s just out of reach.

  Beck makes a strangled grunt, and I glance up in time to see his eyes close. His head drops back on a silent scream, making the chords in his neck stand out as he comes.

  “Shit, shit, shit.” My orgasm tears from me, and my cum hits his chest, his stomach, and his dick. It’s such a turn-on, I want to go again. Right now.

  Instead, completely instinctually, I reach down and smear our cum together before rubbing it into his tan line.

  “Are you … marking me?”

  Our eyes lock. “Yes.”

  One long heated moment passes between us, and then Beck starts to laugh. It’s slightly hysterical, and breathy, and he pulls me down to cut it off with a kiss.

  “Holy hell, that was hot,” he mutters into my mouth.

  I nod because what the hell else am I supposed to say? I cup his neck, and we lie there, breathing all over each other.

  “I … I, umm—” I’ve got nothing. No words at all.

  “We’re doing that again,” Beck says.

  “What?” I pull back a little so I can see his expression, but bad move. Because now I’ve seen his orgasm face, it’s all I can picture.

  He nods and pushes forward until he’s rolled me onto my back. “Yeah. Again, and again, and again …”

  “This was a onetime thing.”

  “Mmhmm …” He leans down and licks my ear before sinking his teeth into the junction of my neck and shoulder.

  I hiss at the pain and try to throw him off me, but he holds tight. His tongue soothes the spot as he pulls back and shifts so he’s straddling my chest and my arms are pinned beneath his knees.

  I hate the feeling of helplessness at not being able to fight back, but then I look up at all that sculpted body towering above me, and I know I should hate it, because it’s Beck, but … I can’t.

  “One time,” I repeat, but it sounds weak even to me.

  “I love your hair,” he says, carding his fingers through it. “I want to grip it tight while you suck me off.”

  I inhale sharply.

  “And then, you can do the same to me. Just think … I can’t give you any smart-assed comments while you’re shoving your cock down my throat.”

  Fucking hell. My cock twitches, valiantly trying to regroup, but it’s down for the count. So is Beck’s. It’s hanging a few inches from my face, and the thought of it hard and sliding between my lips … Before I get a chance to register the thought, I lean up and run my tongue over the tip.

  Beck freezes, and then his cocky smile spreads across his face. “Oh yeah, this is happening again.”

  He doesn’t wait for an answer as he jumps up and starts to pull on his clothes.

  “You don’t wanna shower?” I nod to the mess left on his chest.

  Beck laughs and picks up my shirt to clean it off. “Wouldn’t want to wash your scent off me, big guy. Not after you went to all that effort of claiming me.”

  “I didn’t claim anything.
That was only sex stuff.” My bullshit sensors are in overdrive, but I ignore them.

  Until Beck reaches up and rubs one last bit into his skin. His cum or mine, who the hell knows? It’s so hot I can’t drag my eyes away.

  “Only sex.” He winks. “I wonder if the guys will smell you on me.”

  I shoot off my bed. “They can’t know.”

  “Scared of them finding out you’re gay?”

  “I’m not gay. And I’m not scared. I …” Well, I can’t finish that sentence without sounding like a dick.

  He picks up on my meaning anyway. “You don’t want them to know it was with me. Got it.”

  “It’s not—” What? Nothing personal? Of course it is. Beck and I have a history of hating each other, and if the guys find out we hooked up, I’ll never hear the end of it. I couldn’t care less if they find out I’m into guys, but into Beck? Hell no.

  He steps closer. “It’s all good. It wouldn’t do much for my reputation to be hooking up with a grumpy dick like you either. So we’re in agreement, then?”

  I nod, trying not to frown at the insult. “No telling anyone.”

  Beck steps forward again, filling my personal space. “No telling. This time, or any of the others.”

  12

  Beck

  It’s tempting to ask if I can hang in Jacobs’s room until the party dies down, but that might put us into friend territory, and it’s clear we’re not friends.

  Even though we made each other come, that doesn’t change anything. He still hates me.

  I have to laugh because I find it hilarious that his first instinct is “no one can find out I’m hooking up with you.” Not “no one can find out I hooked up with a guy.” But “no one can know it was me.”

  Anyone else, I’d be offended. With Jacobs … it’s how we are. I guess.

  Though, I still don’t know why he’s had it out for me ever since we met, other than I have money and he doesn’t.

  I don’t treat him any differently than I do any of the other guys. Money isn’t a big deal for—oh, maybe that’s why. It’s not a big deal to me because I have it. I can’t help wondering what it would be like if I had to watch my grades, be careful of what I did, and had to be cautious of any wrong move fucking everything up because I couldn’t buy my way out of it.